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Monday, August 7, 2017

Backporch Epiphany

I was meditating in the backporch at a table I built 40 years ago of California pine and Mexican tile when I heard a persistent ringing --not my tinnitus but a lower frequency, somewhat flat. I woke and saw this blue owly thing between the Christmas mug and Las Vegas shot glass.

I must admit, Tom, the owl is really a 1-hour timer. Twist his upper section clockwise and he sort of rattles after returning beak and feet to the same direction. Norma bought it for me so I wake up after meditating. She's the real angel.

Meditating puts me to sleep too where I dream of strange and wonderful things. I have never had an encounter with a blue owl while so engaged but I like the idea of them being the representatives of the universe. This one had some good advice for you.

Doesn't have to be an owl, Delores. It can be a gentle, musical laughter remembered from a crowd. It can be someone whose eyes twinkled in a certain way as you pass each other. It can also be an enchanted object like my owl --something, anything that puts good thoughts in motion.

Yes, Jenny, napping and meditation have a common goal of setting us right --and therefore share mechanisms in common. Blue owl has just the right cacophony for me. I too meditate like a log and can attest to its efficacy.

At least the little blue critter didn't steal your shot glass. I had a real one (owl, that is) perched in the tree in front, a great horned, about 3 feet tall, eyeing the cat across the street that was wisely staying on the porch. I posted a pic of it a few months back. Wasn't it Wm. Blake who said "The path of excess leads to wisdom" or something like that?

Dear Mike, Blue Owl is an enchanted object who directs me to solving the unsolvable through a succession of strange questions that would not otherwise occur to me. I'm not always successful, but who(hoo, hoo) cares? Someday I'll present him with "who" as the object of a preposition and see if he can pronounce "whom" with a beak. As to Blake, I think the word "palace" was in there somewhere. Would have to ask daughter who started memorizing Blake poems at 6. She's 33 now and turned out fine.

Not since her post of April 2nd, Delores. She said she was having particular trouble with her hands and had problems typing. I sure hope she got the medical attention she needed. I think of her often, and miss her. She is a strong spirit. If you can find anything out about her, please let me know. I'll do the same.

Dear Geo., how delightful - to meet a higher being with a halo of blue light araound it´s wise owlish appearance. (Hopefully this owl is a bit wiser than the one in Pooh-bear - but it seems so). I prefer conscience too. Self-delusion only works for one person, while conscience might have an effect on others. The other day I read a text where the word "shotglass" often appeared. Of course I could understand what it meant - but now - and I am the visual type - I for the first time saw one, thanks for that!

Dear Susan, I strongly suspect the collective conscience does indeed exist. However, despite the fact that we humans are great discoverers, we have scrupulously avoided discovering it --because it would bother us no end. I have been a Triple-A Auto Club member since 1972 and been jump-started many times, yet have never asked if they do consciences --maybe a jumper-clamp on each ear? Is anybody working on this?

roth phallyka, I admit you got past me by copying a comment from a dear contributor, then trying to include a textural backlink to a gambling site. I excised the latter, but have now deleted your whole comment. Are there no other opportunities for employment in your country? You have my sympathy, but I will not tolerate this sort of misdirection on my blog.

Delightful, Geo! I'm going to be chuckling over this post all day. Someone should stick this quote on the President's desk in the Oval Office with contact paper right where he can't help but see it: "Our influence is finally inversely proportional to the noise we make."

About Me

Born 1949 to a rural, unremarkable childhood. Took indoor jobs full of tensions and tyrannies for ten years. Then went outdoors for 30 years to make some decisions and to forget. First decision I made was to not go back indoors. I forget the rest.